Shackled (Wicked Vows #5) Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Wicked Vows Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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My God. So soon, they know? I flinch, unprepared for the sudden wave of anxiety that grips me. The room feels too small, the air too thick. I gasp, trying to steady my breathing, but the panic takes hold. I can almost feel my brother’s hands around my neck, squeezing the air out of my lungs. He tried once before, but one of his beefy captains shoved him off and told him my father would kill him for losing his temper with me.

There are no barriers now. Though I celebrated the day we buried my father, I knew it meant I was fair game to Javier. I can still feel his hands around my neck. My eyes bulging as I clawed at his fingers and gasped for breath. The heat in my face and the bruises on my neck I had for weeks.

I’m struggling for breath. Reminding myself that won’t happen again.

There are many ways to kill a man, and I’ve rehearsed damn near all of them. He won’t hurt me again.

Lev’s expression changes. Frowning, he holds my hand. “Isabella, breathe. Look at me.”

I try to focus, but it’s hard. The walls feel like they’re closing in, and my chest is tight. “I can’t… I can’t breathe.”

“Listen to my voice,” he says, his tone steady and calming. “Inhale slowly, hold it, then exhale.”

I follow his instructions, my breaths shaky but gradually slowing. His eyes never leave mine. After what feels like an eternity, the panic begins to ebb.

“What happened there?” he asks.

I let out a breath, still lightly caught in the panic attack. I shake him off and try to brush it away. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not fine. I mentioned your family. Is there something you need to tell me?”

There are lots of things I need to tell him and even more that I don’t.

I shake my head. “It’ll go away.” I turn to face him. It’s time to give him a bit of the truth. If the two of us are going to conquer together, he’ll need to know. I swallow hard. “Suffice to say, my family is nothing like yours.”

His gaze darkens, and he leans in closer. “I know this. But once you’re mine, they can’t touch you. They can try, but I won’t allow it.” He drops his voice. “None of us will.”

For a moment, we stand there in silence. I’m not sure how much of what he’s telling me is bullshit and how much is truth. He’s still the man who’s forcing me into this marriage, but right now, he’s also the man who helped me through a panic attack.

“Why are you being kind to me?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looks away, staring out the window. “You’re going to be my wife.”

In my world, that explains nothing. In his, there’s no more to say.

Maybe Lev isn’t just a monster. Maybe he’s as trapped as I am.

His words hang in the air, and for the first time, I see a crack in his armor.

I don’t need a man to protect me. I never have and never will. It matters to me to take care of myself.

“Even as your wife, I don’t want your sympathy,” I say, though the words lack their usual venom.

“I know.” He opens his mouth as if to say something else, then shakes his head. “We’re ready now. Get dressed.”

With that, he turns and leaves the room, the door closing softly behind him. I’m left standing by the window, my mind a whirl of conflicting emotions.

I stare around the room. I feel like I’ve just run a marathon.

Somebody left a white dress wrapped in plastic for me. After carefully putting it on, I stand in front of the mirror, the silk of my wedding dress smooth under my fingers. It’s beautiful, an intricate design of lace and satin that clings to my curves in all the right places. But to me, it’s nothing more than a symbol of my captivity.

Lev has outdone himself in making sure this wedding is perfect. The room is filled with flowers we’ll use for the wedding, their cloying scent heavy in the air. I glance at the door, knowing there are guards posted just outside, ready to pounce at the slightest hint of rebellion.

A knock at the door startles me. His sister Polina, steps in. I knew I’d find sympathy with her, which is probably why he didn’t want me meeting her right away.

“Oooh. It’s gorgeous, Isabella.” Tall and willowy with white-blonde hair, she looks nothing like her brothers, but this family is unlike others. Maybe the only thing that makes the men look like each other are the scowls and muscles.

She’s carrying a small bouquet of roses, her expression a mixture of sympathy and resignation.

“You look beautiful,” she says softly, handing me the bouquet.



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